sonar

 

On the heels of (another) migraine, my energies are low tonight. Here’s one from 2009….

 

 

For my son…

I wonder how far 
you were from me 
before you were born, conceived 
from a single sound signal. 

How long did it take 
for your echo to return 
or was it always there 
waiting? 

Now I watch you grow 
and try to measure the speed 
at which you are 
becoming. 

But I can’t separate 
your pulse from mine. 
I think you were always there– 
I just had to listen. 

© Katrina Pierson